[Comprehensive] Today is also proving to Sherlock that I am a traveler

The detectives couldn't answer Krista's questions for the time being, so she could only return to 221B full of doubts and puzzles.

As she said, Cecil hadn't returned to Baker Street and hadn't taken anything with him.

Books and manuscripts are neatly arranged on the vertical bookshelves, pens are inserted in the pen holder, the bedding is folded without any wrinkles, and there is no clutter in the room.

Everything was kept exactly as it was when Cecil said he was going to accompany his mother a few days ago. It was clean and tidy, and it could be seen that the owner had a good living habit.

Christa uses Sherlock's computer to anonymously send the evidence of Brett's murder to Scotland Yard, and the rest is Scotland Yard's responsibility.Although she didn't think those children would be kind enough to keep a secret for her and Sherlock, at least they didn't have to deal with Scotland Yard's questioning now, but could concentrate on solving Cecil's problem.

She didn't want to accuse Sherlock of going out of his way with Cecil.Detectives have their own rules of conduct, and it is not very wise to interfere with others' will at will.Just like the issues they argued about before, it was just "deception" rather than "morality".

Christa criticizes Sherlock and Cecil as lunatics, but she herself is not a normal, gentle and kind girl.

"What can we do now? Wait for Cecil's fourth play to be staged? Or take part in it yourself as the hero and heroine? Mr. Detective, what is your plan? We have no idea." Although the conflict with Sherlock was resolved, Ke Lista still looked unhappy.

Cecil only completed the first three stories, and they didn't see the last ending story. They only heard him say a few words about the plot.

In short, they have no way of knowing how the next thing will happen.

"We have a clue. The sonnet." Sherlock flipped through Cecil's manuscript, a thick stack, and didn't know what he was looking for.

Christa was reminded of something, "According to Cecil, the poem was written by 'I,' so I should know the truth of everything."

She read Cecil's poem in a low voice, and the clues that she had ignored were instantly connected, and a few vague letters and syllables spilled out of her mouth.

"D...N...F...O..."

"The reordering should be..."

"Donseth, Dec 24."

Downses Gardens, Dec. 24.

Hearing her snap to conclusions, Sherlock couldn't help but glance at her.

"It's the chapter name. He specifically mentioned to me that the chapter names of this book are actually out of order. According to the order of words that appeared in the most famous No.18 of Shakespeare's sonnets, Corresponding with the poem he wrote, the correct information can be disassembled."

She explained softly that Sherlock couldn't decipher the correct message probably because he really didn't understand Shakespeare's poems.

Essay on how the science student Cecil beat the science student Sherlock.

– put all the codes in various literature.

"December 24 is my birthday." She hesitated, but said it out.

"I know. He's got a ridiculous show for you." Sherlock finished flipping through the stack of papers. "You still have to perform in person."

"What about you?" Christa heard the vague meaning in his words, and she still raised her lips with some hesitation in her heart: "My dear leading actor, don't you want to participate in the performance together?"

Sherlock didn't answer her question directly, "I've read Cecil's novel, and there is no doubt that the detective is the real culprit behind everything."

"You mean... the prototype of the detective is not you, but himself." Christa bit her lip, "So this can explain why he suddenly confessed to me in the first place, because the detective confessed to the heroine in the novel .This part of the logic also fits together...the only thing left is why he came to 221B and executed his plan so hastily."

The most obvious point is that the murder of several of Bright's children happened in the summer, and Cecil brought it forward to this winter for some reason.

"There's still December 24." Sherlock answered.

It was no coincidence that Cecil had chosen her birthday for so many days.

Christa nodded, "I don't really care about this. My guess is that he is targeting you, or deliberately challenging you to prove himself."

She was very troubled by these messy questions, "Let's wait and see what happens. He is in the dark and we are in the light. There is no better way for the time being. Let's discuss how to deal with the birthday surprise he wants to give me."

"By the way, Sherlock, it's time for you to find a seventh roommate."

She rolled her eyes teasingly.

The great detective Mr. Holmes has achieved six kills.

Sherlock ignored her.

At some point, Krista was a goldfish who was not only grumpy but also childish.

Christa, who also feels that Sherlock is not only a bear but also very childish: "..."

The brain circuits of the two overlapped strangely.

Christa returned to her room after not staying on the second floor for long.

She froze for a moment when she opened the door.

A white epiphyllum blooms quietly in the transparent glass cover, with snow-white petals and tender yellow stamens, its posture is always fixed at its most beautiful moment.

There was no doubt that Cecil had placed the flowers in an unexpected place where they could be seen from the door.

As for when and how he put it in, Christa no longer wanted to get into it.

She began to wonder if Cecil was too obsessed with the characters in the book and couldn't help herself, completely thinking of herself as the detective who played the protagonist and villain.

After thinking about it, she thought it was impossible. After being in contact with Cecil for such a long time, neither she nor Sherlock noticed that he had mental problems, so he really didn't have any mental problems.

It can only be explained by an anti-human lunatic.

Sherlock was sitting in the armchair with his fingers crossed into prayer, his posture looked particularly focused.

Putting aside the useless information, all kinds of complicated clues strung together a clear path in his mind.

In the email from Emma that was intercepted by Mycroft, "theman" undoubtedly refers to Cecil.

Cecil and Christa's father had known each other for a long time. Emma knew about Christa unilaterally. With an inexplicable attitude, Miss Aurora Sifle, who has a close relationship with Cecil, the mastermind behind the scenes, the Sifle family, Taroy with confused memories, and Isidore who left, reached an ulterior deal with Mycroft Arthur Byrd, the character Mycroft dreads in…

There is still a thread that can connect everyone.

The author has something to say: this dungeon will end soon, and the number of words written in this dungeon is a little less than I thought.

Next, I can finally have a good relationship (not)